Well, then, why go and make me feel empty, and disgusted, and suspicious of myself? [Shouts and cheers from the tent.] There—listen! They are drinking my health. An idea that can take such hold upon people—by God, it must have truth in it!
Thora Bratsberg, Ragna Monsen, and Mr. Helle enter from the left and cross, half-way back.
Helle.
Look, Miss Bratsberg; there is Mr. Stensgård.
Thora.
Then I won’t go any further. Good-night, Ragna dear.
Helle and Miss Monsen.
Good-night, good-night.
[They go out to the right.
Thora.